The air was filled with the smell of burning.
Song Yutang's figure, like a phantom, vanished from the spot with a step; when she reappeared, her fist was already crashing towards the man's chest.
Her long ponytail, dragged by inertia, flew backwards, forming a straight line fluttering in the wind.
"Bang!"
The fierce jab collided with muscles without any barriers or concealment, making a muffled sound like a drum.
When the fight started, Cen Dongsheng had just posed, and at this moment his posture hadn't changed, his eyes didn't even have time to blink.
So, he really didn't react to that punch.
As Cen Dongsheng previously said, in some aspects, Song Yutang had "surpassed" him - that was speed.
The corner of his eye could only catch a blurry shadow; Song Yutang's speed had not exceeded his dynamic vision, but that split-second reaction let the girl naturally make the most cunning move, quickly slipping away from his sight.
Like a wild beast—
